On this day, Chen Ran received two notes.
Each one only had a single na and the kind attached with a two-inch photo.
One was sent over by the Underworld.
One was sent over by Death Row.
This ti, Chen Ran continuously guarded inside his room, not letting Wang Yingjun across the door intercept it.
Regarding this person, Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong were sowhat unable to figure out his true background.
Perhaps he was just a player with itchy hands.
Looking at the two notes.
First one: Chen Nuo, Five-Star, Skill can be seen as food-type.
Second one: Nan Sheng, Five-Star.
On this one, however, it didn't write Nan Sheng's Skill type.
By this point, the four parties for the next Instance were already confird, and it was [3v1].
Regarding food-type Skills, when Chen Ran was previously collecting information on the 18th Level, he also more or less understood a bit.
Psionic attacks existed in Hell.
For example, Li Zhitong encountered in the Instance before last; her Skill was psionic attack.
Then physical attacks definitely also existed.
But, the vast majority of food-type Skills were physical attacks.
For example, flour-type Skills could cause dust explosions in a Secret Room.
However, every player had Liar-Slayer Sanctuary. This kind of Skill's positioning in Instances was thus very awkward, the vast majority being reduced to flour suppliers in Hell.
Their ability to earn Points was indeed not bad.
Still, one couldn't underestimate these ssy Skills. After all, among the players who ca to Hell, so were scientists while alive. Whether it was food or solid entities, in the hands of this group of scientists, who knows what they could possibly manufacture out.
There were also animal-type Skills. This kind of Skill's upgrade direction was also multifarious.
It was said that Superego level animal-types were exceedingly exaggerated, able to upgrade animals to have the effect of being immune to a certain special chanism.
Just like in beast-taming novels, along with the elevation of the Skill's Star Rating, the summoned beasts would experience mutation or evolve into a certain new species.
Of course these were only "it was said".
Chen Ran felt it wasn't that exaggerated; at most they could just serve as at shields.
Actually, thinking about it carefully, the Future Chen Ran couldn't possibly leave foreshadowings.
It was still an issue of the tiline. The remaining True Self Players were all True Forms, and had arrived in Hell very early on. While the Future Chen Ran was another possibility on another tiline, and moreover arrived in Hell at the sa ti as the true Chen Ran. He couldn't possibly leave any foreshadowings on the true tiline.
After all, to a certain extent, the remaining True Self Players were all real; only the Future Chen Ran was rely a possibility.
Since the four parties were already confird, Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong discussed what items they needed to prepare in advance for the next Instance.
The two discussed, and ultimately arrived at the answer.
——Tape!
As everyone knew, in the Distance-Free Technique, if consciousness was obliterated, in reality the True Form would experience different degrees of ntal Overdraft due to differences in ntal State, thereby entering a coma or frothing at the mouth.
And, players could, while you were in a coma, ask you so Common Sense questions to trick out a lie from you.
Seal it!
Of course, this was a foolish thod that treated the symptoms but not the root cause. For example, if the Secret Room had a ti limit, a coma basically ant certain death. And for example, if you recovered a bit of spirit, Yue Guanshan would once again crush your spirit. Repeating a few tis could thoroughly obliterate your consciousness. Sealing the mouth was nothing more than rely prolonging the ti of death.
However, prolonging a bit of ti might possibly have infinite possibilities.
This was a thod when there was no other thod.
Humans well, always have to have a bit of luck... always have to have a bit of hope.
However, it was too crude. The two felt they had to buy a mask to wear over it; at least on the surface they needed to look a bit more decent.
Also, for the next Instance, it was estimated Yue Guanshan's party would enter the field in advance.
At the thought of this, regarding this Eight-Star player of the ti-type, Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong felt that the words of that fake Bright Moon of Qin, saying they had to kill her first, were exceedingly correct.
Entering the field a minute in advance, the first-mover advantage was truly too great. If Yue Guanshan entered the field in advance.
Lin Xuan wouldn't even have the opportunity to use a Skill before he would be insta-killed.
This ti, Chen Ran deeply realized that his past thought of feeling it was fine as long as Lin Xuan was alive was wrong. After all, Superego players could be immune to Superego copying-type Skills.
For example, with Chen Ran's current ntal State, even if he encountered copying-type Skills, the copied Chen Ran would also not have the True Form's ntal State.
By the sa logic, with Lin Xuan's Superego Skill, the Yue Guanshan copied in other spaces would not have the Superego ntal State.
Then, Lin Xuan's role in this kind of matchup would beco smaller and smaller, and he would also be unable to withstand the opponent's Distance-Free Technique bombardnt. If he kept improving this slowly, sooner or later he would die.
The two discussed for a while longer.
Feeling that what should be prepared was all pretty much prepared.
As for things, they also took the ti to buy them in advance. They even bought a small oxygen tank. This was mainly to guard against Chen Nuo's Skill. In case his Skill truly was flour and brought about a dust explosion, although it couldn't hurt the other players, it could empty the oxygen in the Secret Room.
Without an oxygen tank, one could be suffocated to death.
The remaining ti.
The two each returned to their own hos.
Eating and drinking their fill, they lay on their beds thinking about nothing, nourishing their spirits and accumulating strength.
The next day, 7:00 AM.
In front of the Gatehouse entrance.
Chen Ran, Qiu Yinong, Jiang Zhe, Lin Xuan, and Han Fei, the five people t.
Seeing each other wearing masks, the five people were all startled. Everyone had thought of the sa thing.
Because their mouths were sealed by tape, the five people could only stare at each other with wide and narrow eyes, appearing slightly awkward.
However, they checked their watches from ti to ti.
When it reached the 59th minute, quite a few players in the surroundings went down to the Instances in advance.
Chen Ran's expression was ugly.
One minute later.
Han Fei and Lin Xuan both went down to Instances alone; the remaining three were together.
Walking into the Skull Gate.
Chen Ran, Qiu Yinong, and Jiang Zhe, the three arrived in that expanse of boundless white world.
In front were two doors.
Four-Star.
Five-Star.
Very quickly, before the two even reacted.
Qiu Yinong had already separately tracked Lin Xuan, Chen Nuo, and Nan Sheng in the Wheel of Ti.
"Done."
Chen Ran didn't reply, but glanced at Jiang Zhe by his side. He rembered Jiang Zhe had said that this ti he would have the Number One Samsara Body go down to the Instance.
He only saw that Jiang Zhe's eyes were like an ancient well without ripples, lacking that kind of oppressive feeling that Number One gave people.
Chen Ran didn't fret too much over it either. He took a deep breath and was the first to step into the Five-Star door.
The two closely followed behind.
The next second, appearing in the Secret Room, the fifteen people who had not yet opened their eyes heard:
"Everyone, do you have any last words?"
This voice made the souls of the fifteen people tremble, just like an unequalled great terror.
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